“Giraffe’s?” cried Barnacle. “Why giraffe’s? I don’t understand.”
Great. Now I’ve confused my invisible dog with a mess of misplaced apostrophes.
“I’m sorry, Barnacle. I meant giraffes, not giraffe’s.”
Clean-up on plurals! (I guess I should just limit myself to one giraffe.)
My sister called in the midst of my conversation with Barnacle.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Stressing over contractions.”
Some days I'm just more disastrous than others.